The Hat

The Hat

By plumtuckered

RATING: R
GENRE: Light Romance
DISCLAIMER: These characters do not belong to me.
SPOILERS: “North Star” and “Damage”

AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is just something goofy I came up with after listening to a song, which I’ve noted at the end. Didn’t really come out like I’d hoped, but see what you think.

Pure fluff with no real point! 

Any comments, good, bad, or meh, are most welcomed and appreciated!

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T’Pol sat up with a start. She looked around, momentarily confused by her surroundings. The snort of a nearby horse instantly reminded her of where she was and her shoulders relaxed. They’d been riding to the Skagaraan settlement and had determined it best to wait until dark before approaching it. They’d ridden into a small grove of shade trees just off the dusty road, dismounted the horse, and had settled down to rest until the sun set over the horizon.

The Vulcan turned her head and regarded her napping companion. Commander Charles “Trip” Tucker III lay quietly, stretched out on his back, his fingers laced together and resting comfortably across his abdomen. His boots sat just to the side of his stocking feet.

Her eyes moved to the chief engineer’s face. She could only see a portion of it hidden as it was beneath the big hat he wore, the hat that she found so illogically appealing.

T’Pol’s gaze then traveled over the commander’s chest and her fingertips tingled at the memory of his skin beneath them, the way the light dusting of hair created an enticing friction. She’d seen Trip’s bare torso and had touched it on numerous occasions during their neuropressure sessions, but she’d always managed to observe his physique clinically; just muscle and skin covering a slim yet sturdy frame.

As she watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest now, she allowed her thoughts to stray from the clinical. She appreciated his appearance; actually surprised at how aesthetically pleasing he was to her.

She let her eyes travel further south, settling just beneath his belt buckle. Since she’d started using the Trellium-D, she’d discovered her imagination to be much more active and vivid. Now she could clearly visualize the commander in his Starfleet issued blue briefs, attire she’d again seen many times before. Now, though, she found herself curious as to what lay hidden beneath that bright blue cotton fabric.

“Whatcha looking at, T’Pol?”

For the second time, T’Pol started. She looked at Trip’s face to see one blue eye opened, watching her from beneath the hat’s rim, his lips curled into a smile. “I was examining your belt buckle, Commander,” she replied evenly.

“Ah, I see----my belt buckle.”

“Yes. The quartermaster should be commended on his detailed work.”

Trip’s expression changed quickly from a knowing smile to a disappointed frown. T’Pol felt a twist of guilt in her stomach; he was so quick to believe she was being honest in her reply.

The commander sat up. “You want to look at it closer?” he asked innocently. He reached down to unhook the buckle. “Damn,” he cursed as he pushed himself to his feet. “It’s stuck.”

T’Pol climbed to her feet and watched the engineer struggle for a moment. “Let me attempt to free it,” she offered, stepping forward.

Trip moved his hands and T’Pol slipped her fingers beneath the belt buckle. She suddenly became very aware of their close proximity, Trip’s mouth just above the tip of her left ear, his warm breath caressing it gently.

T’Pol swallowed hard. “I believe I have it now,” she said, noting the thickness of her voice. She realized her rate of respiration had increased dramatically as had the beating of her heart. She wondered briefly if the man before her could hear the frantic rhythm, could sense the heat she felt rising through her body at his closeness.

The Vulcan pulled the belt through the loops of Trip’s denim trousers then dropped the accessory to the ground. She was getting even warmer, her eyes traveling slowly up Trip’s solid frame to settle on his face. She found his face especially appealing; the curve of his unique nose, the blue eyes, and the expressive brows, all currently shaded under the rim of the big hat.

“I thought you wanted to look at it.”

“I have changed my mind,” replied T’Pol. “As I recall, Ensign Sato said that was a----woman’s prerogative.” She met his eyes. “Is that not accurate?”

Trip swallowed hard. “Uh,” he stammered. “Uh, yeah----I guess.”

T’Pol boldly reached up and pushed the commander’s leather jacket from his shoulders. It fell to the ground at his feet.

“T’Pol, what---what are you doing?”

“I would like to examine all of the quartermaster’s work more closely, Commander,” replied T’Pol somewhat brazenly. She began unbuttoning the vest. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Uh, no----course not.”

As her fingers nimbly worked, T’Pol held Trip’s eyes steadily, challenging him to look away. She noted with satisfaction that they had darkened slightly in their color. He reached up to help her in her work, but she brushed his hand away, intent on proceeding on her own and at her own pace.

Seconds later, the vest joined the jacket on the ground at the engineer’s feet. T’Pol moved to the buttons of Trip’s shirt. She could hear his rate of respiration speed up as the shirt slowly opened, revealing his bare chest. She tugged the shirttails from his jeans then the shirt fell quietly away, leaving Trip standing in only his jeans and his hat.

Still holding the commander’s eyes, T’Pol slipped her fingers inside the waistband. Trip gasped and T’Pol lowered her chin, looking at him demurely as she wrestled with the buttons of his fly. The back of her hand brushed against him and he inhaled sharply, his cheeks flushing red in the fading sunlight. T’Pol could not remember ever seeing a more pleasing sight.

When the jeans were open, T’Pol knelt and tugged them down off the commander’s hips. He lifted one foot at a time so that she could remove them completely, pulling off his socks at the same time. Then she stood and reached for the waistband of the blue briefs.

“No,” said Trip. “Let me.”

T’Pol took a step back and watched as Trip hooked his thumbs under the elastic band. He toyed with the fabric strip for a long moment, holding her eyes and smiling coyly. Then he slowly lowered the briefs and T’Pol gazed upon his nakedness. Her eyes raked over him unabashedly and she was pleased that he seemed embarrassed under her intense scrutiny.

She stepped forward. “You are remarkable,” she admitted.

Trip smiled brightly at that. His smile faded as he lifted his warm hands to cup her face. Slowly he lowered his mouth to hers. T’Pol inhaled deeply through her nose, her hands finding the back of his neck. She matched the commander’s passion with her own.

As his mouth awoke indescribable feelings within her, his hands carefully unbuttoned her blouse. Soon her clothing joined his at their feet and they stood gazing appreciatively at each other.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” asked Trip. He pulled her close, nibbling at her ear, and then lowered her easily to the ground. She parted her knees so he could recline between them.

When he reached up to remove his hat, she took his hand, staying it. “No,” she said. “You may leave the hat on.”

Trip’s face lit up with amusement for a brief moment then became serious once more. He kissed her deeply then moved down to her breasts.

“T’Pol?”

The Vulcan closed her eyes, noting how soft and warm Trip’s lips were as he kissed her sensitive flesh. She tipped her head back and gasped as those wonderful lips began sucking ever so gently.

“T’Pol?”

Never before had she ever experienced such intense pleasure. The word didn’t even seem to capture accurately the sensations coursing through her body. She gasped again.

“You okay back there?”

T’Pol awoke with a start. She looked around in confusion. They were perched upon the horse, riding slowly down the dusty road toward the settlement.

“Sub-commander?”

T’Pol sat up, putting space between her body and the engineer’s. “I’m fine, Commander,” she replied forcing a steadiness to her voice that she did not feel. “I must have----dozed off.”

“Maybe we should rest for a few minutes,” proposed Trip. “Probably should wait until its dark anyway.”

“Agreed.”

Trip tugged the reins, directing the horse off the road and into the middle of a small stand of shade trees.

“Whoa there, girl,” urged the commander in a gentle voice. He pulled back on the reins and the horse came to a halt in the middle of the stand, snorted then shook her head. Trip patted the side of her neck and cooed some nonsensical words into her ear.

“Commander,” said T’Pol with a hint of impatience.

Trip glanced over his shoulder at her then swung one leg up and over the animal’s neck and dropped to the ground. He grunted in discomfort as he turned slowly to face T’Pol. He reached up and firmly grasped her waist, easily lifting her from the horse then lowering her to stand before him. His hands remained on her waist for a long moment and T’Pol looked up and met his eyes. His face was shaded by that wonderful hat, but she could still see the twinkle; the twinkle that appeared so rarely and fleetingly since his sister’s death.

“Thank you,” said T’Pol.

“Are you feeling all right?” asked Trip as he dropped his hands to his sides. “You look kind of flush.”

T’Pol looked away. “I’m fine, but thank you for your concern.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” she replied, forcing her eyes back to his.

Trip pushed the hat with the tips of his fingers so it rested further back on his head. “If you’re sure,” he said.

T’Pol nodded. She watched him as he led the horse to a tree and wrapped the reins around a low hanging branch. She admonished herself for the inappropriate emotions she was still experiencing from her vivid dream, but knew in her heart she was completely intoxicated by them---and by him.

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MONTHS LATER

Fifteen consecutive nights, T’Pol thought contentedly. They had been engaged in sexual relations for fifteen consecutive nights. No, she reminded herself, not sexual relations. Trip referred to it as lovemaking, explaining how it sounded much more romantic and much less clinical. T’Pol had agreed to attempt to refer to their intimacy in those terms.

The soft breathing of the man beside her drew T’Pol’s attention back from her thoughts. She lay nestled against Trip’s side, her head resting on his shoulder. She could think of nowhere more pleasing to be. Her dreams had slowly faded to non-existence when she’d stopped using the Trellium-D, but their lovemaking was even more remarkable and intense than any dream she had experienced. She did not mourn the loss.

Each night seemed to become more pleasurable as they explored each other’s bodies, learned each other’s desires. They had even copulated in engineering during the nightshift. T’Pol still felt the nudge of amusement at the memory. Trip had made certain there was only a skeleton crew on duty, but care had been taken to find a discreet location and care had also been taken to stay as quiet as possible. T’Pol had been apprehensive, but her t’hy’la had desired it and she found she could deny him nothing.

“My t’hy’la,” she whispered with affection. She had come to treasure the moments when she lay awake in his arms listening to the soft sounds he made in his sleep.

T’Pol tightened her arm around Trip’s waist. That night in engineering had been for him, but this night had been for her. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering every move he had made, every touch of his hands, fingertips, and lips, every sensation his body had created within her.

As she remembered his caresses, her fingers began moving idly over the muscles of his abdomen, her hand shifting the light sheet further down his torso, exposing his hipbones. She adored his body, exploring it, discovering all the techniques that brought him the most pleasure. She found it utterly gratifying to please him in such an intimate way.

Her eyes settled on the region still barely concealed by the sheet.

“Whatcha looking at, T’Pol?”

The Vulcan lifted her head and rested her chin on her t’hy’la’s shoulder. “I believe you know the answer to that question already, Commander,” she replied evenly, looking at him. One blue eye was focused on her and a smile graced his lips. The cowboy hat sat askew, blocking half of his cherished face from her sight. “I am curious,” she continued. “How did you explain to the quartermaster your need for this hat again?”

Trip chuckled. “He didn’t even ask,” he said with amusement.

T’Pol lifted a brow in surprise. “Indeed.” She lay her head back down on Trip’s shoulder, her fingers still lightly caressing his stomach.

“He probably has no clue, though,” Trip continued with a teasing tone. “I mean, who’d ever suspect that Vulcans have sexual fantasies?”

“Humans still have much to learn about my species,” T’Pol replied. She slid her hand under the sheet, seeking out and finding its goal. “We are not as sexually inhibited as some may believe.”

Trip swallowed audibly. “That is one hell of an understatement,” he gasped, shifting his hips slightly.

“Is something wrong?”

“Uh, um----no, no---nothings wrong.”

T’Pol lifted her head to look at him. “Are you certain?”

Trip nodded, biting down hard on his lower lip. The one eye T’Pol could see squeezed shut and a moan rumbled deep in his throat. She felt a now familiar warmth rush through her body at the sight, at the knowledge that she was capable of pleasing her t’hy’la in such a way.

“Oh, hell, T’Pol,” Trip gasped.

T’Pol removed her hand. “I believe we should be using this time to sleep,” she said with a seriousness she didn’t feel. “We both have full schedules tomorrow.”

Trip’s eye flew open and he looked at her. “Sleep? You expect me to sleep----now?”

“Is there a problem?”

“I’ll say there is,” Trip replied in exasperation. “You can’t just do that to a fella without----without----.”

“Completion?” T’Pol offered.

“Yeah---completion.”

“I see.” T’Pol sat up and tossed back the sheet. She rolled over him then pushed herself up on all fours, her body straddling his. “Then it is my responsibility as your sexual partner to assist you in reaching your completion, is it not?”

Trip propped himself up on his elbows and kissed her quickly, but gratefully. He settled back then reached up to remove the hat.

T’Pol shook her head. “You may leave the hat on,” she said.

Trip’s eyes brightened with amusement then he tucked his hands under his head, tilting the hat forward. “Then do with me as you will, little lady.”

And knowing she could deny her t’hy’la nothing, T’Pol willingly complied.

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Inspired by the song “You Can Leave Your Hat On” as sung by Joe Cocker.

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THE END

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

Lovely story! You know your one of my favorite authers, I've yet to find anything from you that I didn't like! Keep writing!!!!!!

mmmm Trip in a cowboy hat... Quite a nice fantasy indeed! Lovely story.

This was ABSOLUTELY AWESOME! Damn, I love that hat! I've had that same fantasy, with sidearms... (okay, raise your hand if you haven't... no one? good!) Mmmmmmmmm... Trip in the buff, on the moss.... Mmmmmmmm...!

Great story as ever. You really know how to speak for the characters, and bring them to life. And as for fantasies.........!!!Thanks!

Oh yeah...

YEEEHAAWWWW!!!!! That's all I have to say.

Save a horse, ride a cowboy! THis was great!

Aaaaaah! Thanks for this fantasy!!!

That was quite breathtakingly hot! Woohoo!

Trip...buff...cowboy hat..."Then do with me as you will, little lady."...THUD!!!!!

Oh yeah, this hits the spot - and how! Lovely story, beautifully written and full of nice little teasing touches from T'Pol that lighten and brighten the heart. Thanks, Ali D :~)

Lovely story . . . lovely hat. Thanks for sharing this. (Sometimes a bit of fluff is exactly what you need.)

Wonderfully fun to read!

What a riot! Loved every bit of your story! Now if Ivymae can draw one of her great pics using your story with Trip wearing the cowboy hat in bed with T'Pol I would say this story would be complete!!!!

How hilarious! This was great! Funny and tender all at the same time.

~Rogue

Oh now this was fun! Nice job. :)

Thanks everyone for your kind words! I guess I should have added that not only was the hat T'Pol's fantasy, but the author's as well! :-)

WOW

Yeehaw!! "And everybody says save a horse and ride a cowboy" for you country fans.
Loved how T'Pol was dreaming on the horse!

Breathtaking!!

I loved this cute and hot story. Hey even Vulcans have their nitch.

Very sexy. I can see it

Very sexy. I can see it:)

You said this didn't turn out the way you wanted, but I thought it was wonderful. You always seem to get Trip just perfect. It's like watching a movie in my head as I read the story.

Wow!!! That was very hot!! Trip in a cowboy hat....again. Yummy!!!

Steamy. Great job. T'Pol was just dreaming, hahahaha. Loved that she got her fantasies realized at the end though. Engineering, huh? Where, exactly? Now you've got me all curious and excited. I'm getting an image of them doing it on top of the warp core. All of that pulsing power....

Uhum, oh yay!

Thankyou for you're work.This type of story suits me to a tee,not saying that I would'nt read any other type of story just that it fits the bill.True to charcter,involving two of my favourites and all that lovely sexy naughy fun I like the characters to have.Show still not aired in Australia and this Aussie sheila (women) has lost hope,so thanks for such a top story.Hoo-roo.

Hehehehe, now all i want to know is does she have any fantasies involving other clothing and if so what hehehehe??? could be very interesting.

woohoo not that was fluffy and sexy at the same time, loved it. Now about that little *incident* in Engineering..?

GAwd this was hot and steamy, and I promise I will always think of this fic when I hear that song!!